Friday follows Thursday like a toilet roll follows a haricot bean and rice lunch. Day two of the second class and we seem to find a certain pattern forming. Google will only allow less than 10 email accounts from one IP address per day. For those who need a bit of information about IP addresses (imagine it is your full postal address for your own computer address for even more mind boggling information, click here).
Friday was also the day we say goodbye to two of the first phasers (as in the first phase not the shooting laser sort of thing), Alia (pronounced Aaahlia) who used her camera with great aplomb to take time lapse photographs of the shoreline as the boats adn clouds went by and not forgetting Max, who had been nicknamed (the Swahili for) Goat by the MTG girls as he had a ginger goatee. But for us Kenyan Field of Dreams people, he was the lynchpin of obtaining the cargo from the Nairobi customs, when asked if had seen a transformer for a light he said that he had a soldering iron and was prepared to make a new transformer. Luckily, the original power source had been found.
An early night, after returning a foldable golden coloured reflector to Max and said goodbye to the leavers, I had to be up reasonably early to find the new or the third phase people who were arriving in dribs and drabs.
